In Which I See the Sandhill Cranes

Sandhill cranes, ink sketch on paper

It was cold and wet in Galveston today, definitely not the perfect day to be there with a dog. But I got to see the sandhill cranes. They were by the airport, close to Holly’s vet’s practice. Their feathers somewhat ruffled from the wind, they appeared like magical creatures.

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